It’s also easy to discover the biases that have been built into speech recognition software. I once left my office for a meeting, locking the door behind me, and came back to find a stranger had broken in and typed a series of poetic sentences into my computer. Who was this person, and what did the message mean? After a few spooky, puzzling minutes, I realized that I had left my speech recognition software running, and the sentences were the guesses it had produced about what the rustling of the trees outside my window meant. But the fact that they were fairly intelligible English sentences reflected the biases of the software, which didn’t even consider the possibility that it was listening to the wind rather than a person.
Nyt en muista tehtiinkö me tää leffa ennen Science Fiction in Nickby -elokuvaa vai sen jälkeen (samoihin aikoihin kuitenkin), mutta tähän upposi ihan mieletön määrä käsityötä. Piirtämistä, värittämistä, leikkaamista, animointia… taustat, laaserit, räjähdykset, savut ja monia erikokoisia lentäviä lautasia. Huh. Ja kun kaitafilmirulla tuli kehityksestä, pitkän odotuksen jälkeen, huomasimme miten kaikki oli liian nopeaa. Ja liian pientä.
Elokuvan juoni englanniksi on seuraavanlainen: On the planet Xero they have a huge solar weapon of some kind (looks like a radio telescope) which they use to slowly heat up the planet Azur to, of course, kill everyone on that planet (the reasons for this uncool deed remain unclear). The Azurians do not approve. They have tried to destroy the solar weapon many times, but due to a strong Xeroian defense mechanism, all destruction attempts have failed. The temperature is critically high on Azur. This is their last chance to save their planet. Thus the Azurians once again start their engines, fly over to Xero and aim all they’ve got on the crazy ass solar weapon device. Three flying saucers leave for the mission. Only one returns.
Siirrätytin joskus aikanaan (ehkä 5-6 vuotta sitten) vanhoja kaitafilmejäni DVD-muotoon. Katsoin ne silloin läpi ja sen jälkeen ovat jääneet hyllylle makaamaan, mutta nyt päätin käyttää uudenvuodensairastelun siihen, että saan ainakin yhden näistä julki.
Ja näin minulla onkin tässä ilo esitellä eeppinen mykkä tieteisseikkailu Science Fiction in Nickby, vuodelta 1982. Tällä kutkuttavan jännittävällä ja erikoistehostein maustetulla teoksella irtosi kunniakirja valtakunnallisessa nuorison taidetapahtumassa samana vuonna (samalle jengille joista tuli TV:stä tuttuja pari vuotta myöhemmin).
Kirjoitin tarinan auki engelskaksi, ihan vaan jos joku ei ehkä oikein saa selvää mitä leffassa tapahtuu.
For reasons unknown, after a wild chase around our planet a white space ball is shot down from space and crashes into a small village Finland called Nickby. This is horrible deed is done by a black space ball.
Obviously quite frustrated by this, the pilot of the white space ball (a guy in blue) wants revenge and finds, strangely enough, the pilot of the black space ball (a guy in black) in near vicinity of the crash site. A fierce pursuit ensues with lots of running in deep snow, a phone ringing, lasers blazing and a bird shot dead. All this is played out in a quiet rural residential area with severe lighting problems.
Then the guy in blue suddenly sees a chance to overtake the black space ball and flies up to space and docks with the Space Police’s astrocruiser, which conveniently happens to be near Earth at that moment. After telling his story to the chocolate loving space police dude (also a guy in black) the space police offers the blue guy some bananas and beams down to Nickby to arrest the obviously fake space police (the first guy in black).
Again there is lot of struggling in deep snow but not much lasers and finally the bad guy is caught and brought back to the astrocruiser. There the guy in blue recognizes the scumbag who shot him down and the successful police operation is celebrated by eating chocolate. As the villain of the story is treated to chocolate (space police is a nice guy) he notices a self destruction button and pushes it. Everything goes red, the astrocruiser explodes, everybody dies. The end.
Toinen lainaus Thoreaulta.
To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea.
Henry David Thoreau: Walden; or, Life in the Woods (1854)
Eksyin japanilaiselle sivustolle. Automaattikäännös tulkitsi sisältöä. Tekstin seasta jotkut rivit kaikessa dadassaan tuntuivat hyviltä. Poimin niitä tähän. Runo, tavallaan.
Longer receives the notice at the time of admission and helpless
A few days ago that it could be home sleepover.
Maybe, but when I went back home go home
Sadly even fun can also be good and bad
Again all, I would die but spent the flow.
For a change! And.
I too fast over everyday things.
Well, so you wash a variety of natural
I kind of time is really necessary.
Summer, but was waiting.
In so long, in fact the short
If you do not enjoy!
Fitting, I say. Purchase trout.
It would surely die conveyed, that’s.
Come borrowed sense I was I
Was Tight Sure enough sleep.
Every day, sleepy.
Feelings of others feel the proper background,
accompanied by people like
Idea of being with.
I think that people who claim Flickr to be dead or bash the service for not being social enough don’t really get what Flickr is about.
Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
Ok, I do agree,that Flickr could have a tad (or a lot) better UI for viewing the images, but a UI has never been a hinder for people when they really want something. I mean, if it was up to the UI nobody would’ve used MySpace, ever. Yet it was hugely popular (and is still a good place to find music from bands not featured elsewhere). And yes, the times are different now, and among all new fads, new hangouts, shiny bright UIs and gimmicks Flickr is as it has been for a long while (there has been some changes and upgrades recently which the ones declaring the death of Flickr forget to mention) but change, even though we have been conditioned to believe so, is not an intrinsic value.
Flickr is not about you as a person. It’s not about being social and hang out with whoever publishes images on the web (which is about everybody and their cousins and pets), frankly that’s why there’s sites like Facebook or Google+. If you crave social recognition Flickr isn’t the place for you.
Flickr is all about the photo. The social part is not the main issue, the pictures are, and in that way Flickr is very much still the king. The people publishing images on Flickr are, I think, subordinate to the images. The thing with Flickr, what makes it good, is the joy of finding and discovering pictures. Something that you achieve only by being an active viewer and not just by pushing your own pics out in the wide open internet.
Going through the favorite images of someone who favorited one of your images is a hoot and gives you a broader sense of somebody else’s visual thinking than only looking at the images they themselves publish – and that is nothing a chunk of code can do. In that sense yes, Flickr is old fashioned. It doesn’t just offer you off the shelf recommendations that some programmer or planner who doesn’t know you thinks might interest you. You need to do something yourself! And that makes Flickr a really tough place for social media diluted mental self pollutionists with their fizzy drinks and pizzas (or low carb raw food smoothies) to survive in. You need to have the patience, you know not eat your marshmallows at once.
Compared to Flickr, Facebook and Google+ are like the television while Flickr is like a big photo album that doesn’t open up for the impatient, lazy or the one’s mesmerized by effects and whatnot tech stuff. You got to work for it and follow your own instincts. Be there, be active, do things – all that stuff that Facebook has taken, automated, mashed up and now spoon-feeds us as an endless flow of everything and a bit more.